Venessa’s POV
Alesha was dragged in wearing silver chains, her wrists raw and bleeding. They had whipped her just enough to make a point. As I took in the sight of her bruised skin and trembling body, a bitter realization settled in my chest.
Denzel had gone easy on me.
No one had laid a hand on me. I had been locked away, starved, broken emotionally but untouched. Seeing Alesha like this made the difference painfully clear. Partial treatment. Undeniable.
“Alesha Clarke, what do you have to say in your defence?” Gamma Rayon asked.
The pack Elders sat in silence, watching. They were not allowed to speak when the Alpha was present only observe. Their faces were grim, haunted. These were the same people who had once ordered my execution by guillotine. Seeing them now made my stomach chur
